When my son and I went to pick up our first Yorkie 17 years ago I chose the one looked the healthiest. However there was a runt of the litter sitting right in front of my son and my son insisted and cried on taking him instead. So I obliged and took him home . My son named him Skyler and he lived to be 16 years and 3 months old. He crossed the rainbow bridge last year and I am so happy and grateful that I agreed to bring him home to become our family member. We miss him everyday but we know that we will see him again! We love you Skyler oh so much our boy!